“What are we going to do with the dog?” said Zed. “And the guinea pig? Thank goodness we didn’t treat ourselves to a goat!”
We were off on a break and decided it was a bad idea to take the animals. They should have their own holiday. So the organisation began. At this point I was pleased we didn’t have ten ducks any more ….
and that we hadn’t yet bought a llama or two.
We had however recently acquired a guinea pig. Hmmm. Not such good timing. Fortunately our friends at ‘Hey Portugal’ magazine were more than happy (well didn’t mind) to have a temporary pet. So Zuko – or Womble as he’s been nicknamed much to the children’s dislike – went off to eat carrots at chez ‘Hey Portugal’.
Then it was Millie’s turn. Millie loves going to our friends who live near Castelo Branco. So much so that she almost jumped out of the car window one day when we approached them and if she could would have squealed with delight.
I miss Castelo Branco. Here we have our other renovation.
I miss watching the donkey and carts ambling through village streets, the rock roses and lavender and miles of pine forest.
We drove down the drive to Millie’s new holiday home. They have the prettiest house here with a traditional rustic annex and a gorgeous view. It’s up for sale and I’ll be sad when they move. I have garden envy when I sit among the fruit trees and roses, jasmine and ….. hundreds of other flowers I can’t name. (I have no professional interest in this particular house by the way!) We left Millie happily scampering around the garden among the lemon and fig trees.
Back home Zed has been watering our new fruit trees rigorously. Our neighbours at Casal Garcia suggested they nip across and water from time to time, take a dip in the pool and keep an eye out for strange things afoot.
There was just one little problem. Dakota, the neighbour’s dog, has come to believe she lives with us. I’m not sure why because we don’t feed her or encourage her in the house. I expect she was slightly bewildered to find everyone had disappeared one day. I knew she’d be fine though and it was nice to know there’d be a cheerful little dog running out of our garden to greet us on our return.